Two thousand years!
We hear the parties celbrate
And horns, and trumpets,
Shouts of joy -
And fireworks and party-poppers sound!

And church bells ring, and voices sing
To mark the new millennium's dawn.
Now not one, but two
will mark our years -
For this we celebrate!
We celebrate for this?
What was it that momentous thing
For which we changed our date,
and from which marked our time?
What was the one with which it all began?
What changed all time,
and still goes echoing on?

Daphne Wilshere 1998

  
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